I adopted a kid. I went through an adoption agency and hadn’t even met him in person. They gave me 10 days before he arrived to decide if I was sure, but the ten days went by in a flash and the night before they were due to come over I realized it was probably too late to change my mind. My heart was racing with stress, because I realized I was unfit for the task. I wanted to help a child in need, but I knew my schedule was so all over the place that I wouldn’t even be able to get him to school on time most days. And what if I needed to go out of town for an extended period? I sat on the brink, riddled with fear, waiting to meet my teenage son.
Tag: Mother
Valetudinarian
I think of you every time I see
A Hepatitis C commercial
It’s not because you have it
It’s because you think you have it
Every time you’re overtired
You’re really adorable
For a hypochondriac though
You giggle and you know
You’re being ridiculous
At least you seem to know
After you’ve become rested
My mother’s hypochondria isn’t cute
Especially when she lied about
Having a brain tumor
Because she was mad at me
I don’t know why she was mad
Maybe because I “made her fat”
When she was pregnant with me
She told me that once
It was hard to forget
She forgot about her brain tumor though
When I checked in about it
A few months later
A concerned daughter
And she got mad at me again
For making up lies
And intentionally hurting her
Even though I have her tumor in a text
The commercial is over now
I’m not ever going to have kids
I don’t want to get fat
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